The Listener

Something has gone wrong with our circuitry, circuitry born from experience, life, family, and burnt out from everything since. We are left with the pieces, trying to make sense of our lives or what's left of it, and the past doesn't leave us alone. We are rejected and left with a want for the future, but the future remains out of reach, shielded by darkness, and only the unknown greets us as loneliness takes us by the hand. We need to know that we are not alone, so we search, we hope to find one voice to hear us, hear the stories that we are forced to live, trying to find the way out. But what if there is no way out except for one door that hypothetically we could enter, leaving everything behind? Would we be missed, but should we even think like that? At least, she hears us, and maybe, just maybe, through her voice, her emotion, we find what we desperately seek, a connection, a reminder that no, we are not lost. We are just human.